The Devil-tips Lyrics - Arab Strap

If I could always be eighteen 

You could always be eight 

We'd draw monsters on your wall 

I'd keep you up too late 

Cause getting served in pubs 

It's all it's cracked up to be 

I dreamt you were wee again 

Arms stretched and pining for me 

Come here so I can help you 

Tie your brand-new tie 

Brush your coat, and remember 

No one laughs if you cry 

Well fuck me, it's windy 

We picked a good day 

That's the first drink I've ever bought you 

And I'm sure you're starting to sway